The brights don't fear me

They feel they can accept because I'm not "them"

Because I'm light

Blacks won't hear me

I don't know the struggle of being black

Because my skin is not dark

So rather than being accepted by 2 I am neglected by two

One in a "you're cool for being black"

And the other 

"You aren't black cuz your mom's white"

Not really a struggle, more of a lifestyle

But this is not about me 

This is about the ignorance

How can we as the African American census population 

Because regardless of the shade of my skin

My roots are brown as the tree

Expect respect from others 

When we don't respect ourselves

When the word nigga drools out of our mouth like the saliva we feel when our women dance in the music videos

I understand we are angry 

But can we get over something that we did not experience ourselves

Something hundreds of years ago

When we forgive without receiving an apology 

There will be no choice but respect

 

In Understanding the events occurring today

Mike Brown getting fired

And Mike Brown getting murdered

Because skin is brown but who knows the real reason for both

Showing the ways of ghandi would be a true sign of courage 

Not standing down, but standing up

Showing them not violence

But peace

A piece of us they would respect

A piece they would not fear

A piece the world can look at and think 

"We all are equal"

Wishing we were color blind

Maybe then peace would be in the world

Claps for the truly blind

They strictly judge off what they've heard

 

You don't have to like me 

You don't even have to hear me 

But you WILL respect me

Ignorance is very much alive in the society today

Since when is it ok to tell someone "I hate them but oh not you"

Or or "I'm scared of groups of black people but I'm ok with one or two" 

Or the infamous 

the infamous "it's ok I have black friends"

I may be swirl but with the chocolate I identify

They're the side that raised me right

Only had one white in my life all my life

That's my beautiful mother

With beautiful blue eyes

And beautiful light skin

And guess who raised her too..

We shouldn't give a reason to fear but a reason to love

Not that they should judge just by the color of the skin 

NO ONE CAN HELP THE WAY THEY LOOK THEY WERE BORN THAT WAY

We have children trying to bleach themselves

When it is the world that should bleach their hearts

Erase the hate

And ignorance

It's just sad man

 

This never ending cycle of sin is based solely on skin

How can we win as a nation

As a human race

Because if we are racist

We really judge ourselves

The human race is the only one that matters

We shouldn't have to fill out race

Or ethnicity 

Regardless the benefits 

It just divides us more

 

I know if we could turn back the hands of time

Many would remove slavery all together

Many would not

But what we need to understand is that everything happens for a reason

There is no mistake in history

The past of the country we have learned from but if we don't continue changing our ways this may be the last of our country 

A kingdom divided

Man it cannot stand

This is kingdom business

 

Stereotypes.

Judging people before knowing them. 

False reasoning.

Being scared of an image you portray is far less frightening than be scared of walking home alone because of the color of your skin

Being scared that you will be followed when walking around a store

Being scared that your only son may be killed before he reaches the age of 18 

Being scared that the girl you just slept with will be trusted over you on false accusations 

All because the flesh is ....

Brown. 

Not even black.

Funny we thought having a man in the White House who wasn't 100% might change the way things are viewed. 

 

What it's like to be a black man in a white country 

Only 8% of the population knows.

I .. Do not.

 

The fact that I had to bowdlerize this piece 

In order to keep pieces from being thrown at me at the end

And Prevent my car from being torn to pieces 

But Because I'm light I feel wrath from the darkness and absence

Fight with our words 

Use our intelligence to fight 

But if I were to continue talking about my own skin

This world may never be right.